between the words of the last song i've heard
& the lessons i'm supposed to have learned,
somewhere in the gutters deep in my head,
all my ideas lie face down, & dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chelle you have written something that is a start, the best thing to do when your looking for idea's, observe people without getting in there space observe people on tv, on trains on bus in parks Example a bird in a tree my poem 'twitty bird'is typical, a short poem on a little bird Warm regard AJS